65. Ooze
Staring around the crowded Potions room, Neville slyly peered over at Hermione's perfect pale blue liquid, cooking over her fire and releasing a smell of freshly baked cakes. Hermione noticed Neville looking and smiled eagerly at him. Neville shyly smiled back and tried to hide his horrific mess of a potion, although it was hard to hide, with the thick, purple, tar like goo oozing over the edges, smelling like something dead...
Hermione giggled and shrugged, "Well, if it makes you feel better, purple is definitely your colour!"
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